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Closeup on a beautiful woman's sleeping face. A beam of sunlight is shining across her brow. As she moves slightly in her sleep, the sun falls across her eyes and she wakes up.

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The lovely VIOLET.

She turns to her left. The camera pulls back to reveal her husband VIC snoring beside her.

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Her husband, VIC.

The camera follows her around their house, a small, shabby, but spotlessly clean single-room cabin, as Violet begins her morning chores:

1. She puts on the coffee.

2. She packs her husband's lunchbox.

3. She lays out his work clothes on a chair in the bathroom.

4. She lays out his shaving utensils neatly beside the sink.

5. She gets out the eggs and slices the ham for breakfast.

6. She places his shoes, laces untied, beside the kitchen chair.

Finally she sits down at the table, her hands in her lap, to wait for him to wake up.

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The alarm clock jangles. It's six-thirty.

Vic wakes up and drags himself out of bed.

He walks past Violet without looking at her. He heads into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. Violet rises and begins to cook breakfast.

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A little later, in the bathroom. The damp towel is now lying in a heap on the floor and the neatly arranged toothpaste, toothbrush, and shaving utensils are now scattered messily across the counter. Vic, his hair damp, is seated on the chair, pulling on his socks. One of his toes pokes through.

He wiggles his bare toe, an outraged expression on his face.

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The kitchen. Vic emerges waving his sock. He slams it on the counter in front of Violet, shouting:

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"Why do you think I keep you around, woman?"

Vic shakes his head in disgust and sits down at the kitchen table to await breakfast. He pulls a small pocketknife from his trouser pocket and unfolds it. He uses the knife to clean under his nails.

Violet gingerly places a half grapefruit in front of him.

Vic stares at the grapefruit. Without looking up, he says:

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"Where are my perogies?"

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"I thought maybe you'd like to start with something light for a change..."

She looks back, trembling.

He holds up his wrist and taps his watch with the pocketknife.

Violet's shoulders slump and she reaches into the freezer for a bag of perogies.

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Vic is at the door with his lunchbox, pulling on his coat. Violet is standing behind him.

His hand on the doorknob, he takes a long look around the cabin. It's spotless except for the grapefruit on the floor. He says:

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"Clean this place up before I'm home! It's a pigsty."

There's someone there.

It's a GYPSY, dressed in leather boots and dusty trousers, with a long, flowing moustache. He's carrying a travelling bag on the end of a stick. His hand is poised to knock.

Vic and Violet step back, surprised.

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A GYPSY!

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"Pardon me, but I was wondering if I might perform some chores in return for a meal."

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"Away with you, you filthy beggar!"

She stares back, somewhat overawed by his romantic appearance.

He raises an eyebrow at her.

She lowers her eyes apologetically.

With a dignified bow, the Gypsy turns and heads back up the path.

Shaking his head, Vic says:

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"You have to be stern with these Gypsies. They don't know enough to keep their hands off white men's property."

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A ways up the path. Vic on his bicycle brushes past the Gypsy without a glance.

The Gypsy pauses, shakes his head, and keeps walking.

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"Wait!"

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Inside the cabin. Violet is at the window, watching the Gypsy set to work chopping a stack of firewood.

She's fiddling with her wedding ring.

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Outside the cabin. The door opens and Violet steps out carrying a tray with bowls, spoons, a box of cereal, and a carton of milk. She pauses in the doorway, too shy to speak up.

The Gypsy is shirtless, chopping wood. His chest glistens with sweat.

Violet watches him, biting her lip.

She lets the door close behind her.

The Gypsy hears the door and looks up. He stops working and gives her a broad smile.

Violet approaches the Gypsy, holding out the tray apologetically.

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"I'm sorry, but this is all I can offer. My husband would notice if any of his meat went missing."

As she stands up, she finds that she's standing inches away from the bare-chested Gypsy. She averts her eyes from his gleaming torso, then glances up into his face. They look at each other.

After a few moments, the Gypsy chuckles at her shyness. She smiles back at him, then kneels to prepare breakfast, as he steps away to retrieve his shirt, which is hanging on a nearby branch.

Violet pours the cereal into a bowl, glancing up at the Gypsy.

He's using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow. His muscles are flexing.

Violet is watching so intently that she doesn't realise the cereal bowl is overflowing. She stops and hastily scoops the excess cereal back into the box. She glances at the Gypsy to make sure he hasn't noticed her clumsiness.

He's elaborately smoothing his long moustache.

Violet pours the cereal into the other bowl.

The Gypsy, still grooming his moustache, glances over and admires the curve of her buttocks as she bends over the chopping block. He arches an eyebrow.

Violet notices the Gypsy noticing her. She reaches for the unopened carton of milk and attempts to open the spout. But she fumbles and the carton refuses to open.

Flustered, she tries to tear open the carton using her fingernails, but it doesn't yield.

Suddenly the Gypsy is behind her. His chest is pressed against her back, he's breathing on her neck, and his hands are slowly gliding from her shoulders down her bare arms.

He removes her hands from the milk carton. He breathes into her ear:

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"I'll show you how to open a milk carton...the Gypsy way."

He reaches very slowly into the front pocket of his trousers. There's a large bulge in his pocket.

Violet's eyes open wider. She makes eye contact with the Gypsy. He cocks an eyebrow at her.

He pulls a large pocketknife out of his pocket. It's twice as large as Vic's.

Violet gasps when she sees it.

The Gypsy holds it up and says:

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"Haven't you ever seen one of these before?"

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"Only my husband's...but his is much smaller."

Very shyly she reaches out and touches the knife.

The Gypsy closes his eyes, his moustache twitching.

With Violet's hand still touching the handle, the Gypsy unfolds the pocketknife.

The knife is now fully extended. Violet covers her mouth with her hands.

The Gypsy says:

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"Now, get down on your knees."

Violet leans her head back, her mouth open, and closes her eyes.

The Gypsy picks up the milk carton from the chopping block. Standing over her, he plunges the knife into the side of the milk carton. Milk sprays out.

Violet moans as the milk sprays all over her face. She opens her mouth wide to catch as much as she can.

The Gypsy twists the knife so the milk pours out even faster. It pours all over Violet's face and chest. She rubs the milk into her face and into her breasts.

Laughing, the Gypsy turns the milk carton so it sprays on him. He holds out the front of his trousers and pours the milk into his crotch.

As the flow of milk slows, the Gypsy tosses the carton aside. He pulls Violet to her feet and cocks his head toward the door of the cabin.

Violet's face is lit up with erotic longing. But suddenly she pulls away. She lowers her eyes and holds up the finger with her wedding ring.

The Gypsy seizes her by the hand and pulls her to him. With his face close to hers, he says:

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"Why would you take orders from that pig, when you could be taking orders from a REAL MAN like me?"

Her hands are wrapped around his neck. She twists the ring on her finger as she kisses him, then she pulls the ring off.

She breaks off the kiss and looks into his eyes, a broad sexy smile on her face. Then she pops the wedding ring between her teeth and flicks it suggestively with her tongue. She lets the ring fall into her mouth, swirls it around, and swallows it.

The Gypsy's moustache twitches and he gives a huge gulp.

She leads him into the cabin.

The camera pans down to the milk carton lying on the ground, milk still trickling from the hole.

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Inside the cabin. SEX MONTAGE:

1. Violet and the Gypsy making love in the bed.

2. Still in bed, but now Violet is on top.

3. On the kitchen table.

4. In the shower, standing up.

5. The camera pans along the kitchen counter. This morning's unwashed dishes are shaking rhythmically. We pan along the row of cabinets. One of the cabinet doors is hanging open, and inside we can see two pairs of bare feet tangled up.

6. The clock now reads 11:30.

7. On the kitchen floor. The Gypsy holds up a stick of butter and leers at Violet. She leers back, her eyes twinkling.

8. On the bed. The Gypsy is caressing her feet and rubbing butter between her toes. He sucks her toes.

9. On the floor next to the bed, wrapped in sheets. His hand is moving between her thighs as he reads aloud from Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer".

10. On the floor again, in a slightly different position. Her hand is pumping between his thighs as she reads aloud from "Life Is Too Short: The Memoirs of Mickey Rooney".

11. Still on the floor, with Violet on her hands and knees and the Gypsy taking her from behind.

12. In the shower again. They're standing side by side, scrubbing themselves, looking off in different directions. She glances at him then looks away. He glances at her.

13. A few seconds later. The shower is still running but there's no-one there. Then we pan down and we see they're doing it on the floor of the tub.

14. The clock now reads 2:00.

15. Back in bed together. He tells her to close her eyes. He reaches off-frame and grabs something. He holds it in front of her face. She opens her eyes. It's a gerbil. Using gestures he describes some complicated and disgusting sexual act involving the gerbil. She shakes her head.

16. In the kitchen. The Gypsy is seated in a chair. Violet is bent over the Gypsy's knee, receiving a spanking.

17. Back in bed. The Gypsy is over Violet's knee, receiving a spanking.

18. As at the beginning, Violet and the Gypsy are in bed together, making love. As the Gypsy gets nearer and nearer to climax, we pan across to the clock, which now reads 4:30.

The Gypsy's moans of pleasure get louder and louder, until we...

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Vic's foot coming down on the abandoned milk carton. The last few drops of milk squirt out through the hole.

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Back in bed. The Gypsy has just collapsed on top of her, but Violet has heard something outside.

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Outside the cabin. We pan from the milk carton to Vic, looking down at the carton, a puzzled expression on his face.

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Inside the cabin. The door swings open and Vic is there, staring violently around.

Violet is in bed, alone, wrapped up in a blanket. She gives him a sheepish wave.

Vic looks around the cabin. Now we see the aftermath of Violet and the Gypsy's lovemaking session.

Kitchen chairs are overturned and there are heaps of dishes on the floor.

There are wiry hairs sticking out of the remnants of a stick of butter on the kitchen table.

There's a gerbil nibbling on the floor beside an empty can of whipped cream.

Vic picks his way toward the bed. There are damp towels and little piles of Violet's clothing all over the floor.

Violet stands and reaches out, pleading with him:

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"Darling...I couldn't wait for you to get home..."

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The bathroom. Vic throws back the shower curtain and the Gypsy is standing there in his underwear, his clothes bundled under his arm. They look at each other. The Gypsy twitches his moustache haughtily.

Violet appears in the bathroom doorway and covers her mouth with her hands.

Vic looks from Violet to the Gypsy. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his pocketknife.

The Gypsy glances at Vic's knife and gives a contemptuous laugh. Then he reaches behind him and pulls his own, much larger pocketknife out of the waistband of his undershorts.

Vic and the Gypsy size up each other's knives. Then they lunge.

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Outside the bathroom. Violet ducks out of the way as the men, grappling together, tumble out of the bathroom.

They roll around on the floor, then separate and circle warily, making little feints with their knives.

Violet is still lurking nearby, her mouth still covered by her hands. Vic and the Gypsy eye each other, looking for an opening. They continue to circle.

Suddenly, the Gypsy's foot comes down on Vic's abandoned grapefruit from this morning. He loses his footing and falls.

His hand strikes the edge of the kitchen table and the knife flies out of his hand.

Seizing his opportunity, Vic leaps on the Gypsy and stabs him in the chest.

Violet screams out: Nooo!!

With a sadistic grimace, Vic twists the knife into the Gypsy's chest. The Gypsy contorts in agony.

Violet can't bear to look. She covers her eyes. Then, with a fiery expression, she looks down at Vic.

He's still twisting the knife and cackling insanely. Suddenly Vic gives a lurch. As he turns his body, we see Violet standing over him, and the Gypsy's abandoned knife sticking out of his back.

Vic falls on his side next to the Gypsy and they both lie there writhing together.

Violet stands over them. Vic looks up at her hatefully. He tries to lunge at her, but before he can reach her, he dies with a shudder.

The Gypsy is still clinging to life. He gives Violet a dashing smile.

She kneels over him, tears in her eyes. They gaze at each other lovingly.

The Gypsy makes a pumping movement with his fist: time for one quick handjob before I die? Violet shakes her head sadly.

With a shrug, and a final wistful smile, the Gypsy dies.

Violet slowly stands and surveys the wreckage of her cabin.

FADE TO BLACK.

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Violet tidying up the cabin. She hangs the towels neatly on the towel rack, puts the last of the dishes away in the cabinets, makes the bed, sweeps the floor.

The two bodies are still where they fell in the middle of the floor. They're covered up with a bloodstained sheet.

Her work complete, Violet stands over the bodies, a pair of scissors in her hand. She kneels and pulls the sheet away from the bodies.

We're looking up at Violet from the bodies' POV as she kneels over us and uses the scissors to snip something off-frame.

FADE TO BLACK.

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Outside the cabin. The crushed milk carton is still lying there. The door opens and we see the Gypsy's leather boots. The camera slowly pans up and reveals Violet, dressed from head to toe in the Gypsy's outfit, with his travelling bag slung over her shoulder.

She's even wearing his moustache.

She closes the door behind her, looks around, and with a jaunty smile, tucks the Gypsy's pocketknife into her trousers. She sets off down the path.

THE END.